Falling in love with exhibitionism

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I've always wanted to share my wife's journey from initial resistance to gradual acceptance, but I've been too lazy. Today, I'm finally taking some time to write down her experiences over the past few years and share them with you. This is all handwritten, so please feel free to point out any errors.

My initial exposure to exhibitionism came from the internet. I saw some netizens posting pictures of themselves exposing themselves in the wild or in public, and I felt inexplicably excited. At first, I only looked at them myself, but later I let my wife see them too. At first, she called me crazy, but even though she cursed me, I shamelessly dragged her to look with me. Gradually, her resistance lessened.

Sometimes, when we were both aroused while watching, we would have sex, and I would describe scenarios to entice her. At first, she resisted, but when we were close to climax, I would say I wanted to have her naked in the wild or in a public place, asking her if she would agree. At first, she wouldn't say anything, but gradually she started to cooperate, saying she liked it. Then I would ask her if it was okay for others to see her vagina, and she would say yes. That's how I slowly penetrated her.

Later, I suggested we try it, but she disagreed. That's how women are; they agree to anything during sex, but then change their minds afterwards. But she couldn't resist my persistent pleading, and eventually agreed. We started making plans, trying not to take too big a step, otherwise she wouldn't easily agree.

At first, I had my wife wear a skirt without underwear, and we'd go for walks in the small square at night. I'd occasionally press my ear against her ear, which felt very cool, and she'd hit me, which secretly pleased me. Walking on deserted paths, I'd occasionally lift her skirt and touch her buttocks. Every time she made a sound, we'd get tense, and she'd hit me hard, saying, "Are you trying to kill me?" Then, when we got home, we couldn't wait to get into bed. Without any foreplay, my wife was already soaking wet. We repeated this several times. Once my wife got used to it, I told her to go shopping without underwear. She initially refused, but wasn't as resistant; she still lacked the courage. Later, I suggested she wear stockings instead of underwear, and she agreed. Our destination was the night market. My wife wore a strapless skirt. While shopping, she squatted down to pick things out, but I noticed the vendors weren't staring at her crotch. Perhaps the lighting was bad, and with stockings, she couldn't attract attention. It was a failed exposure attempt, and I could sense her slight disappointment at not being noticed.

Later, we decided to wear the same clothes again on the third day, in the afternoon, to a roadside stall. I hid behind the vendor. My wife was wearing flesh-colored stockings and no underwear. From the vendor's angle, I could vaguely see her pubic hair. Sure enough, the vendor was staring at her crotch, and I felt inexplicably excited. After my wife finished shopping and got up to leave, the vendor kept staring at her back. He told another vendor next to him that the woman wasn't wearing underwear. The other vendor said it was nonsense, and the first vendor got angry, saying, "Seriously, I saw pubic hair!" The two argued heatedly. I secretly gloated behind them; it was a successful exhibitionism.

When we got home, I asked my wife how it went. She said she was nervous, excited, and incredibly thrilled. I put my hand under her skirt; she was already very aroused. Then came a fierce battle. I told her what I had seen and heard in bed, and she became even more excited... It

's 10:30 now, so I'll stop here for today. Time for bed.

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